Time gone by

Following Dargan’s lead, today we’d like to challenge you to write a poem that incorporates at least one of the following: (1) the villanelle form, (2) lines taken from an outside text, and/or (3) phrases that oppose each other in some way. If you can use two elements, great – and if you can do all three, wow!

Time gone by

Old memories come flooding by

Of golden sands and crystal brooks

And it seems as if the end is nigh.

The iris wavers as the fox trots by,

morning in paradise, or what pretends

old memories come flooding by.

There will the river whispering run

Warm’d by the eyes more than the sun

And it seems as if the end is nigh.

The water touched the image of the beast;

old factories of iron muted the plain

Old memories come flooding by.

When thou wilt swim in that live bath,

each fish that every channel hath,

And it seems that the end is nigh.

We had heard of passion, we knew ourselves

that first morning when we woke, and died

Old memories come flooding by

And it seems as if the end is nigh.

My first attempt at writing a villanelle. I have incorporated lines from The Bait by John Donne and Summer in the ordinary by William Logan. I have taken my cue from Dargan’s poem and so haven’t followed the rhyme scheme.

41 thoughts on “Time gone by

  1. diligently worked out, kudos! also this post was instructive, I read about villanelle and the two other poems too. the challenges seem to be getting tougher, or do we say quirkier

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  2. Lovely job. I had to look up what a villanelle is.

    Here’s a very bad one for you. I took the first line from Wilde, the third from Eliot, and tried to contrast kitchen and a garden. Nothing scans, the rhymes are off, but I had fun.

    Still through the ivy flits the bee
    While I wait in the kitchen
    Before the taking of toast and tea.

    A pot and cups, in the light glisten
    The winter sun to the west will hasten
    Still through the ivy flits the bee.

    The last flowers bloom in the garden,
    For an afternoon’s pleasure, smelt and seen
    Before the taking of toast and tea.

    Days are warmer; winter’s almost gone.
    Edges of leaves are touched with brown.
    Still through the ivy flits the bee.

    Kitchenwork’s done. It’s not very often
    That I have time to talk or listen
    Before the taking of toast and tea.

    Let’s go sit in the sun then,
    On the wicker chairs in the garden,
    Where, still through the ivy flits the bee
    Before the taking of toast and tea.

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  3. this is gorgeous Punam! you had me re reading and out loud the second time. this form is your forte, i love the melody of your words, and the message, oh! it pierces the heart

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    1. Please do forgive me for the late response. I have to catch up with your posts too. 🙏
      Thank you so much Gina. I wasn’t sure how this one would turn out as I was hard-pressed for time. But everyone has been so kind. Your words give me courage to try new forms.

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      1. it is a busy month for poets and not to worry a bit about coming visit, all in due time. focus on your writing first my friend, all else is secondary in blog land!! i too will come visit your words as time permits, real life has had some really pressing events to attend to. and i have to write too!! take care and be blessed always!

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